Wonder what it was that made you this wayMaybe as a baby you dropped your rattleAnd it still rattles you to this dayYou better practice your evil looks in the mirrorThey don't work on me

Slowly crawling up from the down lowThe other cops still call you 'fatso'Short fuse and a top to blowUnhappy wife, shitty life, hit the bottleYour whole world dropped from under youLeft you with sorry excusesLeft you with meaningless things to proveLike why you became a copWhy did you become a cop?

Wonder what it was that made you this wayAs a boy your toys were taken awayAnd it still toys with you to this dayYou better practice your evil looks in the mirrorThey don't work on me

Slowly crawling up from the down lowThe other cops still call you 'fatso'Short fuse and a top to blowUnhappy wife, shitty life, hit the bottleYour whole world dropped from under youLeft you with sorry excusesLeft you with meaningless things to proveLike why you became a copWhy did you become a cop?Shut the fuck up.